Depression

Let my smile be that of a child,

So as to hide my wild mind,

Tears of pain have now ceased to fall,

Like the period on screams for a help call;

Solitude stopping me from a downpour,

Letting me think of memories sour,

My autism making me paralysed and gloom,

Even despising the bright flowers that bloom. 

What was my fault was what I pondered,

Nights and Days, For my dread I wondered,

I didn't want my time to go atrophy,

But my detonating mind has now gone frenzy.

All that I now need is a pill for eternal sleep,

From which I could never wake up- be it any beep,

Burying my pain in a grave so deep....